Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Surtr waved his hand and asked.

Are you aware of the demon race's current military operations?

"Of course, as the current highest-ranking officer of the Demon King's Army and the chairman of the Joint Staff, I am responsible for arranging all of the Demon King's Army's operations."

It can be said that, apart from the Demon King, Sherler held absolute power over the entire Demon King's army.

This also made Surtr realize that this race was probably doomed.

"So, you were the one who orchestrated the attack on the fairy race by the demon race?"

"Naturally, I believe that the Demon King's army will be able to occupy the fairy race's Luo Garden soon."

Scherer sounded very confident, as if he would really succeed in a short time.

"I feel like I heard this before, more than a decade ago."

Before that, the Demon King muttered to himself.

Scherer's expression was slightly stiff, and Surtr didn't intend to expose him. She didn't care much and just said...

"Let all those demons retreat."

The voice entered the other person's mind, and Sherler blinked, not replying for a moment, seemingly absorbing the information.

"You mean, withdraw the troops?"

Scherer asked uncertainly in return.

"what."

Surtr switched his crossed legs and nodded.

"Call them all back, not just those who attacked the fairy species, but also the other demon species that are causing trouble outside. After that, don't let the demon species start any conflicts."

Do not provoke conflict.

Upon hearing this, Jibril, who was standing to the side, stroked her chin thoughtfully.

Sherler stood there, stunned, as if a thunderbolt had struck her mind.

Not provoking conflict = not participating in a major war = not destroying the world.

For a moment, Sherler felt as if the meaning of his life had been stripped away. But wait, Sherler, don't use your mediocre perspective to speculate on the Demon King's deeper meaning. She must have her reasons for doing this.

Her gaze unconsciously fell on Jibril beside the platform, and then, a flash of inspiration struck her.

Indeed, the Demon King's army is still too weak. A single Skywing would be enough to wipe them all out, let alone destroy the world.

The Demon King must want them to survive first, develop steadily, strengthen their nation, and quietly amaze everyone.

Previously, this method probably wouldn't have worked due to the previous Demon King's mechanics, but things are different now.

Lord Surtr's strength is even enough to clear the Demon King's Tower, surpassing most divine beings. In other words, the demon race is also a race protected by divine beings.

It needs to develop rapidly.

Scherer felt he had completely understood the other party's intentions.

For a moment, she felt that no wonder the former Demon King was able to willingly relinquish his throne; even in terms of foresight, she was no match for him.

"As expected of the Demon King, I understand completely now."

Scherer bowed deeply to Surtr with genuine sincerity.

"...Whatever makes you happy."

Seeing that Scherer had already found a reasonable explanation for himself, Surtr didn't bother to say anything more. As long as the other party could carry out the order, that was fine.

And to be honest, there's no need for the demons to do anything. If this war continues like this, the world will probably destroy itself in a while.

Therefore, she felt that the demon race's status was really awkward.

They were clearly an ambitious race that wanted to destroy the world, but they ended up being treated like cannon fodder.

The damage dealt by a single Sky Strike from the Skywing race is something that a Demon race might struggle for years to achieve; this is only in terms of numerical values.

"That's all for now. Go and take care of it. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

Oh, this damn sense of déjà vu.

"By the way, take her with you. She's a former Demon King, after all, and should be able to help you. Of course, don't expect her to have any power."

Surtr pointed to the plush animal on the ground.

That body only contains the Demon King's consciousness; don't even think about any power—that belongs to Surtr.

Right now, the other party is just a mascot.

The Demon King blinked, then leaped into Sherler's arms.

Scherer quickly caught it.

"Okay, I... um, what should I call you now?"

Suddenly, Scherer was speechless, realizing a problem.

Since the Demon King has abdicated, we can no longer call him Demon King. But if we don't call him Demon King, what should we call him?

"Hmm... that is indeed a very serious problem, but if I don't call him Demon King, what should I call him?"

The Demon King stroked his chin and muttered to himself, then the two of them simultaneously turned their gazes to Surtr.

"How about you give the Demon King a name, Lord Demon King?"

That's really a mouthful.

Should I do it?

For the first time, Surtr showed a troubled expression.

"I'm really not good at naming things."

"Any name bestowed by the Demon King is the highest honor."

Scherer said in a very serious tone.

Surtr thought this guy was exaggerating a bit, but he seemed to be sincere.

Could it be that the other party is not loyal to the Demon King personally, but to this identity?

She shook her head, not wanting to think about these unimportant things. Since things had come to this point, she couldn't very well refuse.

I went through the names of acquaintances in my mind and finally chose one that felt most suitable.

"Then let's call her Pandora."

"It's the name of a box that has sealed away countless disasters, and it seems quite fitting for you."

In the Moon world, Pandora is actually the name of that box.

Whether from the perspective of bringing disaster or sealing away hope.

Both are quite suitable.

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The man and the beast left happily.

The Demon King seemed unusually excited about getting a new name, since his previous name didn't seem like a normal one at all.

It's more accurate to say he's the Demon King.

Surtr didn't feel any loss of magic power within her, so it seems she's not one of those characters whose name has a special meaning.

"Alright, the fairy species issue should be considered resolved. Now let's talk about you. What's that?"

She looked at the head in the other person's hand.

It's still being held up.

"Oh, isn't that obvious?"

Jibril threw her head to the ground.

"The corpse of a god-like being?"

Surtr said with certainty that only this thing could attract Jibril's attention.

“That’s right. I was just looking for treasure in the ruins we came from, and that’s when I found this. It must be one of the gods that once broke into this tower. If I’m not mistaken, it should be a god of the orc race.”

Although she had never met him, she could guess most of him from his appearance.

Jibril's face showed excitement, but also a hint of regret.

The head of a deity is the most precious thing in the Skywing race's circle, but unfortunately, she didn't hunt this deity herself.

Nothing tastes as good as something you snatch yourself when it's given away for free. This head is only something to look at for novelty; she's not shameless enough to show it off.

Go treasure hunting in that kind of place?

Surtr could only sigh that they truly lived up to their reputation as Skywings.

but.

This discovery reminded her that two divine beings had broken into the Demon King's Tower before, and since they were both dead, did that mean their divine essence was still here?

It may be a bit weak, but it's free money if you don't take it.

"Is this the only one you found?"

"Yes."

Surtr tapped his chin, thinking of getting up to find another corpse, but then he thought it was completely unnecessary.

She's the Demon King now.

This is not just a change in the way it is addressed.

Now that he has become the new Demon King, he has naturally acquired everything that the old Demon King had.

Raising his hand, a jet-black core the size of a head appeared in his fair palm.

Fantasy species, the core of the Demon King.

but.

Rather than calling it the core, she actually prefers to call it the control terminal of the Demon King's Tower. The Despair Zone, the labyrinth environment, and even the production of demon species can all be controlled through this terminal.

Pandora was the administrator of this terminal, but now the permissions have been completely transferred to Surtr.

Following the Demon King and Hero, now there's an element of managing a dungeon. I'm getting more and more confused about this Demon King.

Obtain permission.

The first thing to do is to shut down that ever-expanding Despair Domain. The fact that all the Demon Kings have been hostile to all races is inextricably linked to this thing. It's useless and easily attracts hatred. I really don't know why that thing keeps it running.

It's simply impossible to understand the thought process of small animals.

Next, bring up the images of each layer and search for the target.

At this time.

Jibril also shifted her attention away from the leopard's head, turned and sat on the armrest of the throne. Her gaze first fell on the image in the core, and then she looked at Surtr and asked abruptly.

"Although I had a feeling before, you seem to really want to stop the war?"

Surtr paused for a moment, then nodded generously.

"Yes."

After all, he hadn't tried to hide it from her when he stopped the war between those two races, so it was normal that she could tell.

Can you tell me why?

Jibril moved closer, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Naturally, it's because I can't bear to see the suffering of all living beings and I want the war to end. What's the reason for that?"

Surtr blinked, seemingly not understanding why the other person would say that.

"Maybe, but I don't think you'd be interested in that kind of thing."

Why do you think that?

She was curious.

"Hmm... I'm asking you, what's your opinion on this war? I mean the war itself, excluding other factors."